Once upon a time there lived a little boy who was quite obnoxious. One day while playing a lively game of Cowboys and Indians two bumbling kidnappers came upon this boy and snatched him. To make a long story short. They tried to ransom Red Chief (the nickname the boy gave himself) for money but nobody would pay. So they were stuck with little Red Chief running around driving them crazy. In the end the kidnappers paid his parents to take him back. Why a recap of this story? Because we have always called Moya "Red Chief". We are pretty sure that if anyone tried to kidnap Moya they would gladly pay any price to give her back.
So Red Chief had an appointment to meet with an all girls school Headmistress. She stepped on to the plush grey carpet and took off her shoes (wouldn't you) and promptly crawled under the table and refused to come out. All the while we were trying to convince this headmistress that "she really is mature for her age and can do the work". I don't think she was convinced. Red Chief will not be going to that school.
How did I feel while all this was going on? First off I wanted to kick her because she kept rolling on to my feet and telling me to stop annoying her. Then I wanted to sit on her for throwing what can only be described as a monumental tantrum. Lastly I wanted to pinch her for talking baby talk and acting, acting, acting 3. That's when it hit me. Red Chief is only 3! I was trying to force her to act older than she is. I wanted little Red to prove to this Headmistress what I already knew. Red Chief maybe obnoxious and throw tantrums she may kick off her shoes and run around like a crazy person but I would gladly pay any price to get Red Chief back. So Rose I get the point you can't form fit a child like Red Chief into a mold that won't budge!
Click on Red Chief above in blue and read the short story by O' Henry
3 comments:
Honey, I guess that was all I was trying to say over the past few weeks about the testing - we all know she is brilliant - but there is value in being a "Ferdinand" Love ya Mom - and remember "this too shall pass"
Honey, I guess that was all I was trying to say over the past few weeks about the testing - we all know she is brilliant - but there is value in being a "Ferdinand" Love ya Mom - and remember "this too shall pass"
At least now you can concentrate on finding a new car, like teh beautiful brown bomber you had in Pittsburgh.
On second thought, maybe Moya should pick out the new car....
:)
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